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we are in the illusion
of heat
sweating

the last of the greenery
flaying as colours ignite
across tall hills
and bending valleys

i cut you the last of the
years roses
and you dont know
or feel

all the love I fold for
you into tiny spaces

your smiles
i taste
with lonely ache
upon my hungry heart

knowing that ravenous ego
would tear me apart
if I let you in
for even a moment

so my fast beating heart
takes me into nights realms
and sweating dreams

and I am free
when morning wakes me
free to take my place
in todays prison

squint my eyes into lifes
prism